Determined to give me what I needed, he slowly increased the heavy pressure until he was seated fully inside me. He leaned down and brushed my hair away from my face. “You okay, sweetheart?” Once I nodded, he kissed my forehead softly and said, “It’s going to feel much better in a second.”
It was a snug fit with a lot of heightened sensitivity—on both our parts, judging by his low, pleasure-filled grunts—but soon he was rotating his hips and gradually moving in and out. Suddenly, as he predicted, the pain vanished and was replaced with a new sensation, a better one. Beneath him, my body shimmied against his until I was undulating like crazy and speeding up the rhythm he had set.
“Are you going for extra credit, young lady?” he teased.
I grinned at that, but thrust my hips again, matching his every stroke. He lifted my ankles, holding them at hip level while he continued to spur me on to new heights. When he couldn’t stop me from gyrating my hips, he draped my legs over his shoulder in an interesting new position.
“Darlin’, slow down. I want to make love to you for longer than three minutes.”
I ignored him, enjoying the sensation of him digging his fingers into my hips as he tried to slow my movements. He took my mouth forcefully, probing his tongue inside, as he rocked his hips into mine, thrusting deeper inside me. Flesh pounded against flesh as he tried to control my eagerness and keep himself from going over the edge. When that didn’t work, he pressed my knees into my chest and made shallower thrusts.
He was still inside me when the orgasm overtook me and my contractions milked him to his own. His jaw clenched tight and the veins in his neck protruded as his release rendered him immobile.
Finally, he collapsed next to me and patted my bare bottom. “Fuck,” he said, blowing out a hard breath. “You’ve got to show me those videos you’ve been watching.” He panted heavily and ran his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. “Then we’re going to have a cram session with those books. Holy shit!”
Chapter Sixteen
Early the next morning, I awoke curled into a hard chest with an arm tucked firmly around me as a large hand stroked leisurely down the curve of my spine. I reveled in the sensation of his rough, calloused fingertips traveling over my smooth bare skin and let out a small sigh. I hadn’t slept that soundly in years.
Cowboy shifted to look at my face, apparently checking to see if I was awake. When he saw my eyes open, he grinned. “Morning, darlin’.”
The sun hadn’t risen fully, but soft blue morning light illuminated his too-good-to-be-true face. He stayed? All night? I gazed into his twinkling green eyes and smiled sweetly at him. “Good morning.”
I had to be at work by ten o’clock, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was snuggle back in and sleep the day away wrapped in his arms. Because when he did finally leave, he wouldn’t be back. This moment would be our last together and I never wanted it to end. Nothing could ruin this for me.
For a moment, he was silent, then he said, “I didn’t know you had a photo of us at camp.”
Crap!
I’d forgotten all about the framed print sitting on my nightstand. Had I known he’d wind up in my bedroom yesterday, I would’ve shoved the picture in a drawer or closet. “Bobbie Jo sent it to me.”
“We were young. I was a cocky little bastard back then.” He chuckled. “Not that I’ve changed all that much since.” I grinned, but my mouth melted when he added, “And look at you. So sweet and innocent and…completely infatuated with me.”
Kill me now. “Oh, stop it. Just because I was looking at you in the photo didn’t mean I was infatuated with you. Maybe I was just stunned by your arrogance and your—”
“Impressive boner?”
Shocked, I glanced over my shoulder at him as a smile erupted on his gorgeous face. “You did not have…one of those.”
His hand moved lower and massaged my rear firmly, grinding my pelvis against his rapidly hardening length. “No, but I damn sure do right now.”